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The first was yesterday. I may or may not have been online while at work and suddenly a message pops up on Plenty of Fish. Someone wanted to chat with me! Usually I click “decline” simply because of past experiences. This time, I clicked “accept”. It turned out to be alrigh. Not that I’d ever date this guy or anything, but he was a nice Indian guy who seemed floored that I adore Indian movies as much as he does. He spent the better part of a half an hour trying to convince me to go see a movie with him next weekend. Just so happens, I’ve been thinking about going to see the movie over Christmas break. As a white chick, it’s pretty difficult to find movie dates when the movie you want to see is in Hindi with English subtitles.

I was impressed that this guy just chatted with me for the afternoon. No disgusting suggestions or off-colour comments, just questions and answers. Refreshing, really.

The second experience just goes to show that a girl can’t keep her hopes up. Another instant message box popped up today. “Hey, wanna hump?” I’m still baffled that some people think that this is an appropriate introduction to a conversation. No, thank you, I don’t want to hump. Close. Delete. Block.

I thought I had a good one on my line when a gentleman sent me a message last week. He could write and spell and even appeared to have read my profile. I responded (not right away – didn’t want to appear too eager), but he hasn’t written back.

But that’s okay, someone who is “looking for a woman with class” but posts photos of himself with skanks wants to meet me…

Plenty of Fish is a dating site, isn’t it? Lately I’ve begun to question the truth of that.

A couple of weeks ago I got a message from someone that had absolutely nothing to do with dating. The length of said message was surprising as was the fact that it didn’t open with “hey ur cute”.

TC messaged me with one purpose: to challenge my faith.

I have yet to discover the reason why he commenced communication with me and have even asked outright. At first I played his game. He sent me a list of links to videos and articles, some of which I checked out. I sent him a list of links to videos, all of which he tried to discount for one reason or another.

It seems to me that TC is looking for some answers and, since he can’t seem to find them where he’s looking, he’s taken to challenging those who have found answers for themselves. I know who and what I am and I know who and what I believe in. No one can shake that. TC wanted me to prove my God to him. I can’t do that. Only God can prove Himself. TC told me to ask God to reveal Himself to him (I did) and then I told TC to ask God himself. It is not my job to prove anything. God is more than able to do that. But I take offense at those who seek to mock Him and my faith in Him. And to use a dating site to accomplish this?

This fisher woman discovered something this week. When people say a picture is worth a thousand words, it’s really true. Since rejoining the pond, I’ve had this photo posted as my profile picture. I’ve had a few bites, but not many and, honestly, I haven’t really cared.

This is what my friends lovingly refer to as “The Facebook Face”. The type of photo people put up on Facebook because they think it makes them look good. I use it because it amuses me, not because I think I’m sexy.

On a whim, I decided to put up a different photo. This one seems to attract a lot more attention. My blackberry has been a-buzz with notifications from Plenty of Fish. “You have received an new message from…” and “So and so wants to meet you!”

Until now, I didn’t really think it mattered all that much. Apparently it does. The part that really gets me is that I never really even liked this picture all that much. I was hot and sweaty when it was taken and I can’t even remember what the heck I was laughing at (someone asked me that today). My nose is all scrunchy and one eye is half closed. At least my teeth are straight (thanks for paying for the braces, Mom).

I never claim to understand men, and probably never will. At least for now, it seems that there are a few more fish in the pond who are taking the bait.

I always find it a little strange when I get a message from someone whose profile I’ve browsed and then proceeded to ignore. This makes me wonder if I should be blocking more people than I already have.

Baby Bowler* sent me a message the other day. Upon viewing his profile, I distinctly recall discussing with a co-worker his passion for bowling. I’d seen it before. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy bowling as much as the next person, but no so much as to make a point to mention it in my profile more than once (if at all). I came, I saw, I moved on (without sending any communication).

This guy had enough sense to post a picture, however, it strangely reminds me of one of my nephews circa age 1 1/2 wearing grandpa’s giant sunglasses. Some guys with baby faces are still cute in a grown up sort of way. I’m not looking for cute in a want to pinch your cheeks sort of way. May I suggest, Mr Baby Bowler than you find a more flattering picture, one that makes you look at least half your age?

Gentlemen really do exist. Well, at the very least, one does. This is a good story with a not-so-happy ending.

The other day I was searching for blog fuel. You know, the weird, wacky, creepy and just plain psycho people that can start a three paragraph rant on just about anything. I found a few of those and did indeed blog. But I also found a real winner. And by winner I mean male model winner. Not that he was my perfect match or anything, but, ooh baby!, break me off a piece of that! I looked for any excuse to send him a message and it was he himself who actually presented it! He mentioned something near the end of his profile about sending a message if a person had bothered to read that far. Well then! I sent a note commending him on a well-written and thought out profile. It’s not a literary masterpiece by any means, but it kept my attention and amused me. I wasn’t really expecting much out of this one if anything, but, hey, I’ve got nothing to lose, right?

I sent said note on Wednesday. Most guys respond within a few hours if they’re going to respond at all. Thursday went by and nothing. I wasn’t heartbroken by it, so I kept perusing profiles. Today my phone buzzed wildly at me with several communications. Wasn’t I surprised to see one from Mr Male Model himself! So I ran to my computer and logged in and there was a little un-opened envelope waiting just for me! I swear I shivered in delight.

Dear JordanThank you so much for your kind message and I apologise for being so late in replying. I’ve just read your profile and I have to say you are a rare and remarkable woman….not to mention quite beautiful. Unfortunately I’ve just come out of a long relationship and I’m at the stage of my life where I’m done with casual dating. I don’t want to waste your time since I don’t think we’re very compatible. Warmest Regards.

First thing I noticed was how obviously thought-out this guy is (or he is at least making use of a passing grade in high school English). Second was the British spelling – Americans use a “z” in apologise.He must also be a genius if he can so easily recognise the fact that I am not only rare, but remarkable….not to mention quite beautiful. Though we really aren’t at all compatible, I appreciate him taking the time to write a little note rather than just leaving me high and dry. Sigh… If only we were compatible!

But for now, I still have hopes that there is a decent man somewhere out there for me. Thank you, Mr Male Model for once again proving that gentlemen exist!